Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

"Is the cleaning finished?"

"Another S-level rating?"

"That level 1 venue assistant named Han Zhan, where is he now? I want to see him!"

In the boxing ring manager's office, excited voices sounded.

"Well, they have already gone on vacation, because Luo Heng and you discussed that if the cleaning is completed successfully, they will be promised a day off."

"According to the park regulations, an S-level evaluation will award an extra day of vacation. So they now have a total of two days of vacation." The subordinate replied.

"Damn regulations, stupid regulations! Who would have thought that someone could actually complete two S-level cleaning tasks in a row?"

“And the damn graders!”

It's time to scold the graders again in the office. I don't know how long it has been.

The manager's anger calmed down, "Wherever he went, even if he's not in the ring, I can go find him myself."

"With Han Zhan's ability, he should be at least a level 2 venue assistant, and there is nothing wrong with even level 3 venue management."

"I need to talk to him."

"This... he probably went to the third-rate writer's bar that you looked down on before..."

"..."

A paradise of pure beauty, a bar for third-rate writers.

This is not a popular bar, there is no activity, lack of main body, and ordinary decoration.

There are two popular bars in Chunmei Paradise. One of them is Meishen Bar, which is also the only theme bar in Chunmei Paradise. It receives a huge number of VIPs every day.

The biggest feature of Meishen Bar is the opportunity to see the owner of Pure Beauty Paradise, the ruler of Pure Beauty Star, the God of Pure Beauty, a real god.

No one can describe His beauty, only a bard who was once invited to participate in the dance in the God of Beauty’s bar gave this evaluation:

That should be the collection of all the beauty in my heart, beauty that cannot exist in the world!

It is for this reason that Meishen Bar has become a must-visit place in Pure Beauty Paradise.

And in the Meishen Bar, every waiter is an extremely beautiful and handsome boy and girl. Even if the pure beauty is not seen, the trip will be worthwhile for the VIPs in need.

Meishen Bar is already like this, and another bar that can keep pace with it is the Dream Death Bar.

Legend has it that this bar was created by another god who was a pursuer of the God of Pure Beauty.

This god is on the road of brewing wine, and the wine he brews must have an extraordinary taste and can make people drunk until they die.

Compared with Meishen Bar and Dream Death Bar, Third-rate Writers Bar is just like its name, it is absolutely third-rate.

As the park manager of this area, there is a huge gap in status between Guan Congming and those regional administrators who generate high incomes.

The founder of the Third-rate Writers Bar is a third-rate writer. He worked hard to get an invitation to the park and came here.

His original purpose was also very simple, to gain more life and continue his creation.

Because he firmly believes that it is not that he is not good enough, but that he lacks an opportunity, an opportunity to become famous.

But it takes longer, and, a longer life.

This is the origin of the third-rate writer’s bar.

After that, all kinds of people were invited to Chunmei Paradise, and there were always a few frustrated writers.

In this way, the "tradition" of the third-rate writer's bar was continued.

At this time, there were three young people with different styles sitting at the bar of the third-rate writer's bar.

The one on the far right is wearing a thick light brown gown, a bowler hat, and two golden mustaches, giving him a retro gentleman style.

The one in the middle is wearing sky blue shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt. Even in the dim bar, he is still wearing a pair of exaggerated black sunglasses, which is very fashionable.

The one on the far left is wearing a straight brown plaid suit, smoky gray straight pants, and is also wearing a hat, but his hat is wider.

His face was rather dark, and only when he looked carefully did he realize that it was actually composed of iron plates, gears, nuts, springs, cranks and other mechanical parts.

He wore a bronze monocle on his left eye, and his right eye seemed to be inlaid with a ruby, shining with red light.

Different dressing styles seem to represent different writing styles.

They sat side by side, seemingly discussing ideas for writing.

in reality:

"Vasily, it's your turn to treat today." The retro writer on the far right said after taking a look at the bill handed over by the bartender.

"Hey, bro, did you remember correctly?" Vasily, who was sitting in the middle, made an exaggerated gesture of leaning back, "Shouldn't it be Hua Sheng's treat today?"

"No. In my brain storage, a table is specially used to record the specific list of guests to drink. Today is your treat." Huasheng, who looked like a cyber AI, said lightly.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Vasily looked at Hua Sheng in disbelief, "You actually use such precious brain storage space to store these boring things!"

"I'm so disappointed in you, Hua Sheng. Shouldn't your storage space be used to record more valuable words, plots, settings..."

"A form does not require much memory, Vasily. My form is not those underwear in your novels with exaggerated sizes." Hua Sheng interrupted him.

The only audience for the conversation between the three people was the waiter standing next to him holding the drink bill.

His face was calm, as if he was accustomed to everything in front of him.

"The total is 0.06 longevity coins, gentlemen."

He took the opportunity to remind them while several people were talking.

"The price of drinks has increased. That's 0.06 longevity coins, which is worth two days of my royalties! Oh damn!" Vasily muttered.

"No, sir. It's because you mistakenly remembered that you were the one to treat today, so you happily ordered two drinks at first, two for each person."

The waiter reminded again.

Vasily was speechless for a moment. He looked at the retro gentleman on the far right. As if he thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Peng Pierce, I remembered. You still owe me 0.1 longevity coins. You will pay for today's drink. After paying, you only need to pay me back 0.04 longevity coins."

When Peng Pierce heard this, his golden beard twitched slightly, "This is really ungentlemanly."

He suddenly turned to look at the other two companions and said, "You two, how about this, let's play an ancient gentleman's game."

"Show the serialized novels of the three of us to the next person who enters the bar and let him judge."

"The person with the lowest rating is responsible for paying for today's drinks."

"Don't you all claim to be writers with unappreciated talents? How about you, do you want to give it a try?"

Peng Pierce's proposal made both Vasily and Hua Sheng's eyes light up.

Especially Vasily, he immediately called the waiter, ordered another drink, and said confidently: "In this kind of competition, I will definitely win!"

Jingle Bell.

The door of the bar was pushed open,

Han Zhan walked in from the door.